When the moon shone brightly above the dark night sky, Michael gazed at it, mesmerized by its lunar beauty playing a symphony, every note enveloping him with tranquility like a warm embrace. The comfort it brought was a feeling he needed at the moment, recalling his mother's vulnerable state in the hospital room.

All he could blame was himself, for it was a consequence of his past actions that drove his mother to her limits. Despite his friends saying otherwise, he lived on with the belief that it was his sin to carry for a lifetime. How could a child drive his parent to a weak state? Is that how he repays his mother for raising him and providing him his clothes, food, and shelter?

The night his mother was sent to the hospital, the moon stood witness to his endless cries as he hoped his mother would arrive safely. No embrace could comfort him, not even one from himself. He deserved no such thing. It was his fault, and he firmly believed so.

Until a stranger around his age, looking quite peculiar as he wore a colorful outfit with random ink marks extending on his skin, presented himself in front of him and claimed to be a friend of his mother. The stranger told him stories as if he was a living diary where his mother wrote her thoughts and feelings to, allowing him to perceive his mother in a different light, and deepening his understanding of her. At the same time, his blame towards himself eased, as the stranger embraced him with such warmth that it slowly burned all the self-hatred he had. It was not his fault. His mother understood his actions, as it was a result of anger and grief from his father leaving them, and he simply shifted the blame to his mother.

Realizations entered Michael's thoughts, inspired by the words the peculiar stranger said, giving him a beacon of hope. If he still has regrets, he can choose to act now and change, the stranger advised. As the moon changed its phase, his actions started to reflect his regrets, doing his best to take care of his mother as he made his affections known. The stranger visits his mind from time to time, hoping to see him and show his gratitude. Without fail, he keeps seeing him every summer for the past 3 years.

As Michael went back to the hospital, he encountered a familiar face walking in the hospital hallway. His brows furrowed. "You're still here?"

Lucifer stopped in his tracks, his expression brightening at the sight of Michael with his usual expression. "Of course, I am! I always spend my summer here!" he beamed. Michael already knew that yet he pretended not to.

"What a good samaritan you are, then? Volunteering in a children's ward instead of having an enjoyable vacation somewhere. A total opposite of your name, Lucifer," Michael retorted.

Lucifer pouted. "Hey! I told you to call me Luck!"

Michael scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Stop pouting. It's making me cringe. Imagine a grown adult pouting as if he's cute."

"Well, imagine a grown adult crying in the arms of another grown adult," Lucifer teased in a mocking tone.

Michael's ears turned red, reminiscing the embarrassing moment he hoped to bury deep into his thoughts. "Shut up. Stop reminding me of that."

Lucifer's lips curved up into a mischievous grin. "Why? You looked cute crying in my arms."

The heat rose up to Michael's face, clenching his palms into a fist. How could Lucifer keep reminding him of that moment? His name, Lucifer, suits him after all, Michael chuckled at the thought. He wanted to punch Lucifer straight in the face, hoping it could make him fear teasing him again, but he stopped himself. His mother would worry for Lucifer, then reprimand him for laying a hand on him who was skilled at pretending that he was an angel. Aside from that, he helped him from drowning deeper in the depths of his downward spiral of thoughts.

Lucifer walked a few steps, closing the distance between them. He squinted his eyes a bit, examining Michael's features. Michael took a step back, averting his gaze from Lucifer. He's a devil, indeed. How could he seduce my heart like a cunning snake? he thought, frustrated. Never in his life had he thought he would fall in love, much less for a man whom he only met every summer.

"You were confident with teasing me, and now that I fired back, you're face turned red from embarrassment," Lucifer smirked, amused by the sight of Michael's face heating up. His voice echoed through Michael's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Michael cleared his throat, mustering up his strength before pushing Lucifer away. "Keep your distance, weirdo," he sent a piercing gaze to Lucifer. "And my mother might be looking for us. We've been gone for a while. Let's head back," he said, acting composed despite the chaotic beating of his heart betraying him. "And please, behave yourself," Michael warned.

Lucifer's gaze lingered on him, a smile playing on his face. "Sure, boss," he playfully said, then gave a salute.

Michael rolled his eyes at the weird gesture, wondering how he developed feelings for a person like Lucifer. Was the moon playing with the strings of fate, gravitating his heart towards him? Or was it simply his heart leading him to be lost in the depths of his feelings? Only time will tell. For now, Michael chose to slowly waltz to the soothing rhythm of his heart, harmonizing with the moon's tranquil symphony, hoping to conceal his steps for a little longer.